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violettduchess · 5 months ago

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A/N: The first meeting between Clavis and my OC Marigold. You can learn more about her here.

I want their stories and relationship to have a lighter, more romantic comedy feeling than Silvio and my OC Leyla. Not that there won't be moments of angst/drama but in general, I want less thunder and lightning here and instead more soft rain and sunshine.

Thank you for reading!

WC: 2.4 k

“And that concludes our tour.”

Sariel Noir adjusts his glasses as he turns to face the young woman he’s just spent an hour with. Her wide eyes, a bright gray that reminds him of quicksilver, are still drinking in her surroundings with obvious pleasure and awe. A part of him is proud to see the effect the palace has on her, this place he pours so much of his time and energy into keeping orderly and safe. Marigold Jacobs can’t help herself. She’s visited the royal palace in Jade several times due to her father’s renown as an astronomer and Prince Keith’s deep interest in the field. It's impressive by any measure but now, in Rhodolite she finds herself confronted with the elegance that is the royal palace with its towering spires and delicate design, the breathtaking ornateness of its rooms and the richness of its very aura. Why, it takes one's breath away. She reaches up, adjusting her own round, gold-rimmed glasses and sighs contentedly.

“I really must thank you for such an informative tour, Minister Noir. And for taking the time personally to see to my room and board here.”

He smiles and it reminds her of the smooth play of a breeze over still waters. “It is my pleasure, Ms. Jacobs. We are very happy to accommodate academic endeavors and I know the king will be especially pleased that a literary historian such as yourself is choosing to dive into the works of one of our most famous writers.”

Marigold nods, feeling a warm sense of pride course through her. “I have heard he is fond of Victoria Hugo and her writing. I look forward to meeting King Chevalier when he returns.”

Sariel nods, then reaches into the jacket of his ebony coat, producing a scroll tied with a silk ribbon the color of violets at midnight. “Please take this and keep it with you when making your way through the palace. It is written permission for your use of the royal library as well as any study in which you may choose to do your work.”

“My thanks, Minister.” Marigold takes the scroll and gingerly tucks it into the woven bag hanging across her body. The bag is nearly the exact same russet color as her high-necked dress. The only splash of color she wears are the green and gold earrings her parents gifted her on her last birthday, small emerald studs that she values deeply. To her, they represent Jade with its lush greens and royal golds, a subtle way to honor her home country while abroad.

With a polite bow, Sariel takes his leave, reminding her to please let him know if she requires anything else. As she watches him go, elegant even when doing something as mundane as walking, Marigold feels fresh excitement fizzle through her body like champagne bubbles. She’s really here! In the royal palace! With complete access to all of its resources!

She thought her room, tucked away in the western wing of the palace, was already a marvel with its small balcony overlooking the stables, the rolling fields and in the distance, the shimmering lake. But now, she stands in the courtyard at the entrance to the famous royal gardens. How can she resist a quick stroll through them before supper?

Just a walk along the path, she tells herself, just a glance at the place so many poets have written about and artists have immortalized. The scent of roses is strong, perfuming the air with their dusky scent. Marigold takes it all in, pausing to admire a topiary in the shape of a fawn, a small fountain depicting a fairy pouring water over the head of a tiny frog. Her sensible brown boots kick up small whorls of dust as she walks the dirt path. If I remember the layout correctly there should be a gazebo around here somewhere. Maybe she can find it.

As she wanders, she notices how the hedges grow higher, past her shoulders, then past her head with its glossy, chestnut bun. They seem to be stretching up towards the sky itself, reaching their leaves up towards its robin-egg blue beauty.

So lost is she in admiring the sights that she does not notice how she has stepped off the dirt path and onto an area of green grass covered in odd patches of leaves and twigs. A particularly large hedge full of exquisite purple hibiscus has caught her eye and she walks towards it, eager to get a closer look.

Suddenly, the hibiscus is retreating, growing more and more distant as the ground beneath her feet gives. Her world tilts and for a moment, all she sees is pristine sky. And then she is falling, falling, falling, for what feels like an eternity but is actually only a few seconds.

“Ahhhh!”

OOF.

She hits the bottom of the ditch with an undignified thunk, sprawled out on her back, the wind temporarily knocked out of her. Gasping for the breath that keeps trying to elude her, Marigold needs several seconds to reconnect body with mind. Slowly, she pushes herself up into a sitting position. Her palms sink slightly into the dirt ground and tilting her head up, she sees she has fallen into a perfectly circular hole in the ground. With a shaking hand, she adjusts her glasses which had gone askew with the temporary loss of gravity and then with a loud groan, she stands. She rotates each foot and wrist, turns her neck from side to side. She’s sore and will likely have some impressive bruises but she does not seem to be seriously injured.

“Oh dearie me.”

She jerks her head up to see a face peering down at her over the edge of the ditch. A man with twilight hair and eyes the color of Goldenrod is looking down at her, white gloved fingers curled over the lip of the hole.

“Are you alright?”

She breathes out, relieved that someone arrived so quickly. “Yes, I think so.” She pats her woven bag, sending a quick prayer of thanks that she did not flatten it with her fall. Not only does it have Minister Noir’s letter, but the key to her room, her pencils and small notebook as well as her spare pair of glasses.

And now that someone is there and she knows she isn’t hurt, something else fills her: anger, white hot and blinding.

“Would you believe some idiot dug a hole here? In the middle of the royal gardens?”

The man’s smile is almost amused as he tilts his head, regarding her. “Shocking.”

A pink blush colors her pale cheeks as she shakes her head. Loose strands of dark hair escaped her bun in the fall and now flutter angrily around her face. “It is! It really is! Who would dare do such a thing? I mean honestly, it’s absolutely juvenile behavior. A ridiculous, childish prank. I could have been seriously injured! Imagine if someone much older or much younger had wandered around here and fallen!”

“Maybe they would have watched where they were going.” He lifts a shoulder, still grinning. “I mean, there was a big piles of leaves and sticks in the middle of the grass. That could have been a clue not to walk there.”

She narrows her eyes, gray as a winter’s storm. “I was admiring the flowers! And besides, it’s still a hazard!” Another thought occurs to her. “Oh! The princes are bound to be furious! Not to mention King Chevalier when he finds out that his gardens have been vandalized by some….some ruffian!”

“No! Not a ruffian!” There is amusement in his voice, so clear that it snaps her temporarily out of her rant.

“You could offer me a hand you know, instead of just kneeling there and mocking me.”

“I could.”

He doesn’t move. He's apparently having too much fun watching her.

Marigold scowls and stares at him. Those eyes. She has never thought of anyone as having eyes that actually sparkle. It always seemed a silly, romantic descriptor…but his truly do. A light dances within their golden depths. Even more annoyed by her own observation, she wipes at her nose, leaving a charming streak of dirt across its bridge, one that nearly covers her scattering of freckles.

“Well?” She thrusts her hand up towards him. He considers it just long enough to send another flood of angry red into her cheeks before he leans down, grasping her hand and forearm.

“Jump on three.”

Oh, his bright eyes are so vexing. And that smile.

“One…two….three. Now!”

She jumps and he pulls. He’s stronger than she anticipated and she might as well be part kangaroo because together they manage to get her out of the ditch in one, violent arc which ends with Marigold Jacobs landing directly on top of her extremely attractive but aggravating savior. He’s flat on his back and she’s sprawled across him like a toad that’s done a belly-flop into a mud puddle.

Again she is rendered breathless, not only by the sheer speed in which she was yanked out but by the sudden feel of the man’s long body underneath her, the closeness of his face with it’s charming beauty mark under the curve of his bottom lip, the shocking revelation of just how dazzling his eyes are. He is just as transfixed as he stares at her, his hands having moved to her waist of their own accord. Her face, though streaked with earth, is quietly lovely. A fact one may miss at first or even second glance, but close as she is now, he can see the elegant line of her jaw and cheek, the smoothness of her skin. Her lashes are dark and long. They nearly brush the lenses of her glasses and when he notices her freckles across the bridge of her nose, barely visible under the dirt, his heart skips a beat.

“Oh no, what have you done now?”

Another voice, deep and masculine, cuts through the moment and sends it scattering to the winds like a horde of startled butterflies. Marigold scrambles off of the man with aurelian eyes, hurriedly trying to smooth down her dress and push her hair out of her face. The man is slower to stand, grinning as he faces the annoyed scowl of the red-haired man in front of him.

“I didn’t do anything. She is the one who fell into a hole which wasn't meant for her.”

Marigold tears her eyes away from the handsome red-haired man in his lavender and white livery to gasp at her rescuer. “Wait a minute? YOU dug that hole?”

He holds out both hands and shrugs, mirth and mischief hanging on the corners of his grin.

Marigold draws herself up to full height and steps menacingly towards him. “So YOU’RE the vile ruffian who desecrated the royal gardens and then had the nerve to find it funny?” She is almost sputtering she’s so angry. “You….you pompous….ignorant, thick-headed, immature, rough-hewn churl! I’ll tell the princes what you’ve done! Let them deal with a lout like you!” She’s breathing heavily, one hand balled into a fist as she glares at him. If looks could kill, he’d have been murdered a dozen times over.

The red-haired man looks as if he doesn't know whether to burst out laughing or throw himself into the ditch. What he ends up with is a somewhat beleaguered expression, tinted with amusement.

“Ah……you should tell her.”

The man in the lavender jacket grins. “But I’m having such fun.”

Absolutely still on her anger high, Marigold spins to look at the red-haired man. “Tell me what?”

With a heavy sigh, he gestures towards the ruffian. “May I present Prince Clavis Lelouch, third Prince of Rhodolite. Or as I like to call him, the Idiot Prince.”

The….third….what….?

Slowly Marigold turns back and then, like an image slowly and horrifically coming into focus, she notices the rich material of his clothing, the silk of his tie, the golden rose-shaped tie pin, the pristine white of his pants, the fine leather of his belts and boots.

Oh…..no….

Wishing she were back in the ditch, Marigold drops into a curtsey, struggling to stay upright. He is a prince of Rhodolite. And she insulted him with all her furious heart. She’ll be sent back to Jade in disgrace, her research over before it has even begun. Her parents will be disappointed. Her professors will never trust her again. She’ll end up a laughing stock at the university all because she couldn’t hold her tongue.

Surprisingly gentle fingers touch her chin, asking without words for her to rise and lift her head. Clavis is standing in front of her, his touch lingering just a moment after she’s straightened up.

“You were absolutely in the right to be angry, Miss…..?”

“Jacobs,” she manages, though her mouth is dry, “Marigold Jacobs.”

“Miss Marigold Jacobs. I apologize that you were my accidental victim. This ditch was intended for one of my brothers and not you.” He lights up as a sudden idea occurs to him. “You must let me make up for it. I’ll have breakfast prepared for you!”

“Oh no,” Cyran mutters.

Clavis is nodding even as Marigold stammers in protest. “No, please your Highness, you don’t have to go through any trouble because of me.”

He waves his hand. “It’s not trouble, it’s fun!” He’s positively gleeful. “Tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock sharp!” He looks over his shoulder. “Cyran, please fill the ditch.” He pauses. “But only this one.”

Marigold’s eyes widen. There are others…??!

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Marigold Jacobs!” He is on his way out when he stops, glancing at the purple hibiscus that caused all this trouble. He reaches up, carefully plucking one and then with a twinkle in his eye, tosses it towards her. She catches it easily and he smiles, nodding as if satisfied. “Til breakfast!”

And then he is gone.

Marigold blinks, wondering if this is a fever dream or if this really just happened. The ache in her back and delicate flower in her hand tell her it really did.

She insulted a Prince of Rhodolite and it ended with her being invited to breakfast.

Not even her wildest fantasies could have dreamed this up.

She offers Cyran her thanks and is met with scowling and insults about Clavis that far exceed her own. As she walks slowly back in the direction of the palace, she glances down at the purple flower, wondering why she has the feeling that her time with Prince Clavis is far from over.

And why somehow, a quiet, whispered corner of her mind thinks that isn’t a terrible feeling at all.

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kaizoku-musume · 5 months ago

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Entry #18 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. I have a brief summary of my OC here for anyone interested. Some relevant info before reading: in my omegaverse, female alphas and male omegas have both sexual organs.

Fandom: Ikepri

Pairing: Clavis x OC (Lisette)

Word Count: 5.1k

Prompts: Omegaverse/Breeding | Size Difference Kink

Title: Knot Your Typical

“Clavis, stop fussing,” Lisette said after the third time Clavis adjusted the mass of blankets and clothes on the bed. The unspoken ‘like an omega’ that a lot of people would have implied was missing from her tone; instead, she sounded fondly exasperated like she always did. If there was one person Clavis didn’t have to defend his secondary gender to, it was Lisette. That didn’t prevent Clavis from getting nervous at sharing Lisette’s rut together for the first time. But he appreciated her all the same.

The crux of it was, Clavis had been trying to convince Lisette for ages to let him help her through her rut, but it wasn’t until they were married that she finally agreed. She’d given a myriad of excuses: her rut lasted three days instead of the usual two, Clavis’ body wasn’t designed to take a knot, yadda yadda yadda. None of that mattered because Clavis had finally worn her down until she agreed, which lead to now, where Clavis was thoroughly stretched out (with her fist, and look, Clavis would never admit to biting off more than he could chew, but maybe he had), a nest made, nonperishable food and water stored nearby, and Lisette’s rut just starting to hit.

“You can’t just tell me this is the first nest you’ve been in right before you’re going to be fucking me in it,” Clavis accused. He loved her, he truly did, but sometimes she drove him crazy. His lovely, feral wife, who spent her previous ruts hunting wild animals and picking fights with the dregs of society, was a nutcase, and he meant that as a compliment. How had she never shared a nest with her siblings? They were close enough to be comfortable with that, surely.

“If I didn’t like the nest, I would have made it differently,” Lisette intently watched Clavis. Logically, that made sense. Despite having no previous interest in building a nest, she’d taken to the task seriously because Clavis did. She was easily satisfied, too, needing nothing more than a good mix of things carrying their two scents surrounding them. It was Clavis who was more concerned with the actual layout. “You can stop fidgeting. It’s too late to change anything.”

But this was their first rut together. And if things didn’t go well, it might be their only one, and it all started with the nest. Clavis had enough to worry about regarding his stamina in the next few days-there couldn’t be any setbacks right out of the gate. “Yes, well, forgive me for not trusting your judgment,” he waved her off, “You like to sleep outdoors.”

“Clavis,” Lisette said, his name spoken like a warning.

“That’s right, you call it camping. Except I know what camping is, and building a hammock out of vines in the middle of the woods is not it,” Clavis was only half-joking, sadly.

“Clavis,” Lisette repeated, surging forward, hands gripping his thighs. Her pupils were blown wide, eyelids narrowed the way they got when she was heavily aroused.

“Really?” Clavis raised his eyebrows in surprise, “That soon?”

Lisette’s nails reflexively dug into his thighs. Clavis could see the effort it took her to ease up on her grip. “Apparently. It’s never been like this before,” Lisette admitted, “but I’ve never spent it with a mate before. It feels like it’s hitting harder. Way harder.” It wasn’t like heats and ruts made alphas and omegas lose control

or anything like that, but everyone talked about how intense it was-kind of like an aphrodisiac, if Clavis had to guess. Lisette must really be going through it right now.

“Time to get the show on the road then,” Clavis snuck a quick kiss to Lisette’s cheek before flipping around and settling himself on his hands and knees. Lisette hadn’t been willing to compromise on the position for the first time Clavis would take her knot; her reasoning was that if Clavis couldn’t handle it when it would be easier on him, then he couldn’t take it at all. Clavis begged to differ, but sometimes arguing with Lisette was like picking a fight with a wolverine. Clavis had learned to pick his battles. “Come on,” he wriggled enticingly, “we spent all that time getting me ready just for this.”

“Fuck,” Lisette cursed, hands immediately landing on his waist, like she couldn’t help herself. Normally, there’d be more light-hearted teasing, more back and forth, but Clavis felt the tip of her cock press against his hole, and seconds later she was pushing in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Clavis laughed through the mind-numbing feeling of Lisette steadily filling him. “Desperate already, are we?” They both sighed in relief when she was fully seated. “That eager to fuck me?”

“Don’t tempt me, Clavis,” Lisette said through gritted teeth, the tension in her hands and thighs pressed against his hinting at her struggle to stay still and let him adjust.

Awww, how cute. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would listen, of course, but props to her for trying. “What’s wrong?” Clavis clenched down on her cock, rocking his hips back, “Don’t think you can measure up?”

Lisette was worryingly silent and still for a few moments. “All right, you asked for it,” her voice was pleasantly calm, contradictory to the way she began fucking into him like she had a grudge.

Clavis moaned, “That’s more like it.” He braced one hand on the bed while he reached back with the other to hold onto Lisette’s thigh, feeling the power in her muscles as they flexed with every thrust. “Fuck me like you mean it.” Lisette was for sure going to scold him later for egging her on like this, but if she fell for it then that meant she had no high ground to argue from.

Because the thing is, right now, there was nothing in the world he wanted more than this. He wanted her desperation, her fierceness, her possessiveness. He wanted her to give in to her base needs, to recognize that Clavis alone could fulfill them. He wanted her to be so hooked on using him to satisfy her rut that she sought him out every time from now on.

“Have your fun while you can,” Lisette warned, using her leverage on his hips to yank him back on her cock, “We have three full days of this. At some point you’ll be begging for a break and I’ll remind you of this moment.”

“That doesn’t sound like me,” Clavis said, smiling with pride when Lisette laughed.

It became clear she was getting worked up faster than normal. The palace doctor-another thing Lisette hadn’t been willing to negotiate on-had advised them that the first orgasm would be quick, the initial onset of rut heavily influenced by the urge to knot and-well. So Clavis felt fairly prepared when Lisette upped the pace even more, bending over to cover his back with her chest. He was a bit disappointed at having to place both hands flat on the bed to help him bear both of their weight, but the change in Lisette’s position causing her cock to drive even deeper inside him was worth it.

Lisette brushed her nose against Clavis’ scent gland just above the base of his neck, breathing him in. She’d told him that he smelled like the food he made: tart and tangy with just a hint of spice. It should have been overwhelming, she’d said, but it was just the right mix to be enticing to her. Clavis had mostly just been grateful that the scent of another alpha didn’t put her off, and that he loved her woodsy scent, all fresh pine and chestnuts.

Lisette lapped at the sensitive skin there, circling her mating mark right around the edges. A shudder ran through Clavis, her prodding tongue encouraging his glands to release more of his scent. Clavis was going to say . . . something, he didn’t even know what, but Lisette snarled and pressed her teeth right on his glands, threatening to bite down, and whatever Clavis was planning to joke about was swept from his mind. He gasped, squeezing around her cock, and that seemed to be enough for Lisette: she clamped down on her mating mark with a growl as she stilled deep inside him.

At the same time, the knot at the base of her cock began to swell. Clavis thought he was prepared for it. He’d read the pamphlet, studied the diagrams, could list off every fact and statistic related to ruts. But it kept growing bigger, and bigger, stretching his walls right behind his rim an obscene amount. And he could still feel her cock pumping into him, twitching through her release, could hear Lisette’s deep rumbling purr throughout.

It was too much. Clavis stifled a moan in the pillow underneath him, hand shooting down to grip the base of his own cock to stave off a sudden orgasm. He could not come now. He had three days to endure, and the less he came, the better-he was not shooting off the first chance he got. Thank goodness Lisette didn’t seem to notice, finally coming down from her high. She guided them to lay flat on the bed, Lisette’s weight resting comfortably on top of Clavis, locked together for a good ten minutes. She definitely heard him whimper when their shuffling jostled the knot in him, though.

God, it really was huge. No wonder Lisette had taken so much time to stretch him out. That was probably the only reason Clavis wasn’t in any pain right now. It was just the stretch, the sheer girth of her knot keeping him both spread wide and closed tight, butted up right there against his rim. Clavis felt stuffed; he’d never been this full in his life. It was agony, lying still, unable to rock back on Lisette’s cock or grind against the sheets while he was still on the edge of an orgasm.

Lisette slowly unlatched her teeth from his collarbone. “You good?” she asked.

“Very,” CLavis assured her, “Nothing hurts at all, darling, I told you you wouldn’t have to worry.” Lisette hummed and pressed soothing kisses to the fresh bite marks. She edged her hips forward, digging her knot in deeper. Clavis bit his lip around whatever sound wanted to escape. He tilted his head to the side, mouth and nose buried in her hair. “How does it feel?” he said, nuzzling the side of her head. He’d never enter a rut himself, his previous illnesses when he was a child ravaging his body too much for it ever to be a possibility. He didn’t mind all that much-it was better to survive than to succumb to sickness-but he couldn’t deny the natural curiosity he had.

Lisette groaned, wriggling impossibly closer. “Un-fucking-believable, that’s how it feels. It’s so. Fucking. Intense. I want to dig my claws into every inch of your skin and drag,” she squeezed one hand between them, raking her nails down his back, scoring lines of red. Clavis shoved his face into the pillow to silence himself, a moan bubbling up in his throat. “I want to sink my teeth into you and tug,” Lisette scraped her teeth across the back of his neck before briefly biting down. She tore the pillow away from Clavis and yanked his head upward by his hair, grabbing a good fistful of his roots. “Even like this, I still want to fuck you,” she grinded into him, her knot bumping against his prostate.

“Wait, wait,” Clavis’ hands scrabbled against the sheets.

Lisette didn’t wait. “You feel perfect around my knot,” she cooed, “So tight for me. You weren’t made for this, but you’re taking me so well. It makes me want to use you until-”

“All right!” Clavis was seconds from coming just from her words alone, “Question answered, very glad you’re the one in rut instead of me, love, thanks for taking one for the team.”

Lisette snorted and let go of his head. “Don’t hide your voice,” she warned, “I want to hear you.”

It was around then that Clavis began to acknowledge the possibility that he may be in over his head.

* * *

Hours later, Clavis was on his back, legs wrapped around Lisette’s waist, wrists pinned to the bed above his head as Lisette rocked into him. Her need to know had settled, yes, but not her need to be inside him, to soothe the heat running through her veins, to mark every inch of Clavis-inside and out-as hers.

Clavis had only come once so far, cock long since hardened since then, trapped between their stomachs as Lisette kissed and bit and sucked on his neck. She’d been at it for five minutes now, seemingly in no hurry to chase after her next orgasm. Gasps and moans filled the air, Clavis unable to keep them in even if he wanted to risk finding out how Lisette would torment him if he failed to comply with her request. This was already torture enough, being kept on the edge for so long, his neck one of his most sensitive erogenous zones.

“Lisette, love, you have to stop,” Clavis urged, “I’m too close.” He needed to start researching herbs that could boost his stamina. Clavis enjoyed a good bout of edging, but this was too much. Lisette was way too focused on all his weak spots, because she was as twisted as him and loved making him squirm.

With a reluctant grumble, Lisette lifted herself up, hands gripping his hips as her eyes scanned the mess of hickeys she left on his neck. Clavis tilted his head back for her, proudly showing off her work, pleased when Lisette purred in approval. God, even that sounded like a growl from her. Why was she only like a stereotypical alpha in all the hot ways?

“I’m going to look like a chew toy when you’re done, aren’t I?” Clavis predicted. Maybe, when they were done and back to their usual lives, Clavis would have to wear something sheer so everyone could see just how much Lisette owned him.

“Mmm,” Lisette hummed, eyes darting over his body like she was cataloging where she would mark next. Her pace sped up as she finally went after her own pleasure. “That’s a nice thought,” Lisette said as she slammed into him in excitement, “You, covered head to toe with my marks, soaked in my scent, unable to walk when we’re done.”

And knocked up, Clavis’ mind supplied, the thought making him flush in addition to her words. Clavis couldn’t get pregnant, obviously, didn’t necessarily want kids either, but the thought of it: of Lisette being the one to impregnate him, her seed creating something between them that would tie them together forever-there was something in that chain of thought that was deeply arousing to Clavis. It was hard to ignore, when that was the whole purpose of ruts.

It didn’t help that Lisette’s smug expression when he blushed was unbelievably sexy, her nails digging into his waist as she pounded into him until she spilled inside, her knot welling once more. It put him too close to his own orgasm again, and he had to reach down and clamp his fingers around the base of his cock. Fuck, now he was thinking about it, about the meaning behind Lisette coming in him and then plugging it up. And that damn knot didn’t get any easier to take, always filling him up so much he could feel it behind his teeth.

“Maybe you should wear a cock ring next time,” Lisette teased as she collapsed on top of Clavis, nosing at the space behind his ear. “Remind me to grab the lube when my knot goes down.”

“I think you’ve come in me enough for that not to be necessary,” Clavis joked, stroking his palm along her back.

Lisette snorted and playfully swatted at him. “Better to be safe than sorry. You’re going to get sore before you know it.” She trailed a hand down to his hole, thumb circling his rim.

“If I do, will you kiss it better?” Clavis couldn’t resist saying-the set up was too perfect to ignore. Lisette burst into laughter, an openly joyous sound at odds with the debauchery surrounding them. They lied there, giggling and trading raunchy innuendos for the rest of the time they were tied together.

* * *

At the end of the day, when Lsette’s natural sleep cycle won out over her horniness, they fell asleep, Lisette’s perpetually half-hard cock a hot brand on Clavis’ ass she spooned him. It was a much needed break for Clavis, who was starting to flag earlier than he expected. In the morning, he woke up to Lisette already moving inside him, slow and gentle in unhurried leisure. Clavis had given her permission to, but had been half doubtful about her actually doing it.

It was a nice start to another full day. Lisette was clearly making an effort to take things slower, but rut was rut, and Lisette was too attuned to Clavis’ body at this point to miss when he was pushing himself too far. At some point she prodded at his hole without warning, and Clavis couldn’t stop the sharp hiss that escaped him.

“Hold on,” he shot up on his elbows when Lisette pulled away, “It doesn’t hurt, it’s just sensitive. I’m still good to go.” Did he sound too desperate? It was a herculean effort to hold back from grabbing at her like a child. They were barely a quarter through the second day. It couldn’t be over already. How was Clavis supposed to prove that he was the best partner for Lisette if he couldn’t handle her rut?

But Lisette hadn’t made a move to leave the bed or put everything away; she’d simply leaned over to grab the lube from the nightstand. She must have caught on to Clavis’ worry, because when she turned back to him, her eyes were narrowed suspiciously. “You’re clearly not ready to keep going,” she declared, slathering lube on the inside of his thighs, “I told you before we started this that I wasn’t going to let you get hurt.”

Oh. so Lisette hadn’t planned on stopping, just redirecting. Of course she was. That was . . . Clavis should have thought of that, honestly. Ugh, he always underestimated Lisette’s stubbornness. “I think it’s a little late for that,” Clavis gestured to his body, littered with bruises and nail lines and bite marks, hoping it would distract her from trying to work out Clavis’ thwarted breakdown.

Against all odds, it seemed to work. “When you can look me in the eye and say you didn’t like it, I’ll concede,” Lisette said. She pressed his legs together and tossed them both over her right shoulder.

Clavis tossed his head back on the pillow in an exaggerated motion and pressed the back of his wrist to his forehead as he pretended to swoon, “It’s the worst, my love, simply the worst. The torture you put your poor husband through!”

Lisette rolled her eyes and laughed at his antics. “My poor husband would sound more convincing if he didn’t just come from my teeth on his scent gland.” She slid her cock in between his thighs, the tip brushing against his balls and base. Her tone turned sharp and knowing, “Speaking of torture, what had you so upset earlier?”

Clavis gaped at her. With one arm braced across his legs and her free hand planted on his hip, Lisette had him trapped in a precarious position. “You’ve gotten better at that,” Clavis accused, offended. Lisette was usually so blunt and straightforward, but lately she was starting to use his own methods against him.

“I learned from the best,” Lisette smirked as she began to thrust, “But I don’t really need you to answer. We know the drill by now, don’t we? I can go ahead with the usual script, how’s that sound?”

“Not good at all,” Clavis attempted to shift away from Lisette’s cock bumping against his own, but he was stuck fast.

“Perfect,” Lisette proceeded to fuck his thighs wth a steady rhythm, unaffected by her deconstruction of him, “Now, I could call you out on your habit of unnecessarily worrying”-well, that was a nice way of phrasing his tendency to doubt his ability to keep her in this relationship-”but I think we can skip to the fun part where I remind you that you’re mine. I know that’s your favourite. If you couldn’t tell from the fact that I married and mated you, I have no intention of leaving. You wanted to be a part of my rut, well you got it. I don’t care if I wind up fucking my fist for all three days, I’ll keep you in this bed with me the whole time. You think now I know what this is like I’ll let you go just because I can’t use your ass?”

“Well, when you put it like that,” Clavis said weakly. He figured she’d be too concerned with his safety to try this a second time if it was too much for his body, but once again, her possessiveness led her to find a solution that worked for both of them.

“You mean when I tell the truth? Yeah, funny that,” satisfied that there were no more misunderstandings between them, Lisette began picking up speed, cock dragging deliciously against his. “You don’t have to worry, babe, I’ve got plans for you.”

Now that was a challenge if ever Clavis heard one. Sounded like he was going to have to step up his game. He flexed his thighs with every thrust, forming a tighter passage for her cock. His hands went to her ass, squeezing the plump flesh, urging her forward even faster. Lisette met his coaxing with ease, thighs slamming into his. It didn't take long before she was hunching over, spilling her seed all over Clavis’ stomach and chest, painting his skin white like a lewd work of art with a frankly unreasonable amount of come. To his surprise, he could feel her knot well between the tight seal of his thighs. Unable to resist, he spread them apart to get a peek.

“Oh,” he breathed, reaching out reflexively to wrap his hand around it. It was too large for him to circle completely, his middle finger and thumb a good-god, what was that, three or four inches?-apart. He’sd need both hands to fully encompass it. That monstrosity was in him the majority of the times Lisette came? Clavis shivered, his hole clenching in sympathy and desire.

“Fuck, Clavis, you can’t look so eager for it,” Lisette bent down and nipped his nose in punishment.

“Aww, does that make it harder to go down?” Clavis feigned sympathy. That wasn’t how knots worked, but he clamped his thighs back together around it to mimic the feeling of being inside him anyway-it wouldn’t hurt for a knot to be untouched, but it would feel far more comfortable like this.

“You know exactly what you’re doing. Keep this up and the next time you’re ready for me to fuck you, I’ll give you everything I’ve got,” she threatened.

“Lisette, darling, why do you think I’m egging you on so much?” Clavis admitted, laughing at Lisette’s expression, torn between amusement and resignation.

* * *

Lisette’s plan was use the rest of Clavis to get off when he was too sore: she took his mouth (without her knot popping, in spite of Clavis joking about it), his thighs, in between his ass; she even fucked his chest once. Clavis also gave her a handjob or two, taking the opportunity to worship her knot. It made the second day easier to bear, so that by the third day, Clavis was still able to take her inside without pain.

It was on the last day that Clavis enacted his revenge. Lisette could see right through him, sure, and she was getting better at worming the truth out of him, but Clavis could just as easily use his knowledge of Lisette against her. He had a surefire way to get her to fall into a kink she wouldn’t have otherwise (unless it was dangerous), because he knew her weakness. So the next time Clavis had enough energy, he guided Lisette into resting against the pillows at the headboard, climbing into her lap as he effortlessly slid down her cock until she was fully sheathed.

His sweet mate didn’t suspect a thing. “This is a nice view,” Lisette let her hands settle on his hips, simply holding on as she let him set the pace.

“You think every view of me is a good one, as you should,” Clavis started a slow, gentle grind, rocking back and forth indulgently. Mmm, but it was a chore not to just give in and get lost in the feeling of that perfect cock spearing him. But he couldn’t pass up this opportunity. “Lisette, love of my life, darling wife, lifelong mate,” Clavis crooned, saccharine sweet, “do you know what I want?”

Suspicion immediately crept into Lisette’s expression. “If you’re trying to get me to agree to spar with you, it won’t work. You could edge me for the whole length of my rut, but I don’t plan on ever taking that risk.”

Good to know, he’ll keep coming up with other ideas to change her mind. “I want you to put a baby in me,” Clavis said.

Lisette stared at him, dumbfounded. “What?”

“Isn’t that what your rut’s for?” Clavis tilted his head innocently. He gyrated on her cock, hips moving hypnotically. “Why did you think I was so eager for this? Just because you’d be fucking me for three straight days? You didn’t think I’d want you to breed me?” Lisette’s eyes widened, her grip tightening around his waist. Bingo. The most surefire way of making Lisette develop a kink? Just have Clavis reveal that he was interested. The sexier he acted while doing so, the quicker she fell for it. He had her hooked, now all he had to do was reel her in.

Clavis began bouncing on her cock, rising up and slamming down, his own cock slapping against her stomach and dripping precome that contributed to the wet slapping sounds coming from them. “I’ve been thinking of it ever since your first rut,” Clavis said truthfully, clenching around her whenever he sank down, engulfing her cock in his tight, wet heat. He reveled in how hungrily Lisette was watching him, her nails digging into his skin. “Thinking about you filling me up and having it take. Having a part of you within the innermost part of me for months.”

“Clavis,” a low-pitched growl rumbled in Lisette’s chest.

“I love having your knot in me,” Clavis said breathily, resting a hand on his stomach, “It’s so big and deep I can feel it in my womb. And I love how when you come in me, it keeps it all plugged up so I stay full of you. Next time I want to wear a plug in between each round, so none of it spills out. Do you think that would be enough to knock me up? I bet my belly would start swelling from that alone. Have you thought about it? How I’d be carrying another claim that I’m yours? How deeply you’d-”

Clavis was cut off when Lisette snarled and shot upright, hands holding him tight enough to bruise. “Don’t think I don’t know what this is. You’re the pettiest little shit I’ve ever met.” Clavis laughed even as Lisette planted her feet on the bed, fucking up into him.

“Yet you fall for it every time,” Clavis grinned in the face of his victory. Even when he gasped and cried out when Lisette set a brutal pace, yanking his hips down to meet hers, he kept on smiling. This was exactly what he wanted, Lisette unable to hold back in her need for him. He wrapped his arms around Lisette’s neck and held on for the ride. “Now tell me how bad you need to breed me.”

“Motherfucker!” Lisette snapped, jerking him close so there was no distance between them, fingers digging deliciously into his hips, thighs, and ass. “You’re a dirty cheat, pulling this on the last day. I was trying to go easy on you because I know your body can’t handle it, but you just have to go and push me, don’t you? Don’t blame me when you’re unable to move after stirring me up. You want me to knock you up? I’ll pump you so full my come will be dribbling out of you for days. I’ll keep you sitting pretty on my knot until you’re fit to bursting, begging me to give you a break. I’ll give you a whole litter to satisfy your needy ass. Then I’ll do it again, and again, and again. I’ll keep you nice and stuffed with our brood for the rest of your life. You like that?”

“Yes,” Clavis whined, clutching at her shoulders as he pressed his forehead to hers, “Yes, Lis, give it to me,”

Lisette did exactly that, slamming into him thrice more before coming, knot catching against his rim before she forced it in. Her teeth clamped down on her mating mark on his scent gland as she rode through it, hands still pressing him close. Clavis came right after, hissing through the pain, lightly biting his own mating mark on her neck, milking her knot for all it was worth. It was a silly, impossible thing, but something about this orgasm felt . . . different. Like the hot rush of Lisette’s seed carried something more this time. The idea had Clavis twitching through the aftershocks.

When he’d recovered enough of his senses, Clavis ran a hand through Lisette’s hair and rubbed her back, easing her through the last seconds of her orgasm. Her hips were still minutely rocking into Clavis when Lisette finally pulled away, licking away the faint traces of blood on her lips. “Asshole,” restless, Lisette kept groping Clavis, “I can’t believe you gave me a breeding kink in two seconds flat.”

“It’s a fun one, isn’t it?” Clavis said blithely, arms crossed casually behind her neck, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.”

“You made this a million times harder on yourself. You’ll need days to recover from what I’m about to do to you,” Lisette promised.

“Oh no,” Clavis leaned in to kiss her, “that sounds absolutely dreadful, how will I ever cope?” His lips stole whatever response she was going to make. One day, Lisette would realize that Clavis didn’t care what state she left him in so long as she held nothing back and gave him every bit of her. But for now, he was happy lasting the rest of her rut like this, closer than they had been before they started.

#my fics #ikepri #visions of temptation 2023 #clavis lelouch #my ocs #kinktober #age appropriate

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twistedxfae · 2 years ago

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so, i'm going to leave here my opinions on each of the ikevil guys, to see how much my opinion will change and my predictions will be wrong when the game actually releases.

william: the red nails? the rings? the eyes? the hair? the outfit? i am so normal right now i swear. even though he's probably the first route, he's the one i'm most excited to read. i have no idea what to expect from him and that drives me crazy fgnfnghfgfgbfhngbfgfg.

harrison: the flirtiest guy, and fox-like. i usually don't like this archetype at first glance, but their routes tend to go down the path of loneliness and lack of emotional stability, which is always very interesting and satisfying to watch as the character grows.

liam: we sure have a lot of flirts here huh. the lonely cheshire cat, he reminds me of loki. will probably also go the way of harrison's route, but i hope MC isn't reduced to a therapist. these 3 look good to be the starting routes.

elbert: he's our blue-eyed blond, and as pretty as a doll. obsessively collects pretty items. if it wasn't obvious enough, his route is in the way of being angsty as hell. he kinda reminds me of yves in a way.

alfons: now this one reminds me of clavis, so i expect a similar route. the whole "escape from reality" thing going on with him, again a lot of potential angst.

roger: good lord. design wise he has everything i love: the glasses, logical, focused on research (and maybe a little sadistic or am i dreaming too high). i have a feeling his route will revolve around a past failure.

jude: to be honest he's one of the few that gives me the vibe of a real villain, he makes people suffer and takes pleasure in it. the "brains over brawn" part makes me think he also has some kind of god complex.

ellis: he gives me charles vibes, i really like all the "mad love" stuff going on. disturbing characters like that are always a hit for me. also, one more angsty route on the menu.

victor: he's so gorgeous wtf? he's probably also the final boss, there's no get away from something really plot heavy and with a lot of twists with this guy. the fact that his curse is blurred makes me think that maybe he is the curse itself…?

so far, the ones i'm more interested in are elbert, roger, william and victor, but there's really no misses in this game, all of them looks interesting and charming in their own way.

my only complaint is the game layout, it uses the ikepri format and i heavily dislike it... i wish they'd go back to ikevamp's format.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #fae ikevil

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articdelilah · 2 years ago

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❀ Requests: Closed ❀

Asks: Open!

Welcome Dove to my blog!! My name is Delilah and I’m so happy to see you here. I write fanfics and overall here for a good time 🕊️ Don’t be shy to request anything!!

If you like my work and want to become a frequent child on my blog (and also to help me keep track of who is who), at the end of your request ask to have your very own emoji!! Putting this at the end of every request you give me afterwards, I’ll remember you!!

If perhaps you want to be tagged in my posts, DM me or comment your user and which character posts you’d like to be tagged in!!

❀ Blog rules:

Please be kind + patient

Reblogging my work is 100% okey! Just please don’t post it on other platforms without my knowledge/credit!

If I don’t get to your request, I apologise in advance!! Life is busy sometimes.

Even if you do submit, Its not 100% I’ll write it. Characters such as Leon, Jin etc are harder for me to write since I haven’t interacted with them a lot in my play throughs therefore I may not write them often.

I haven’t yet played all the routes in Ikemen Prince and therefore will write about what I already know about the characters.

While I won’t write full smut (yettttt), some of my work may be a little spicy or suggestive. Whoever reads my work is fully responsible of their action to read it!

I’m not able to write more than 4 characters in one post so please be specific who you want to write about! (Unless you don’t mind that is)

I may not always stay fully on topic. Thats just a me problem tho :)

Not a rule but I may not stick to a consistent layout because I forget it :,(

I will only write for Ikèmen Prince!

(I know it’s inconvenient I’m sorry!!)

❀ What I will do:

1. X readers

2. Child!readers (highly encouraged!)

3. Fluff

4. Angst (highly encouraged!)

5. Romantic relationships

6. Platonic relationships

7. LGBTQ+

8. Headcanons and scenarios

9. Light smut

10.Obsessive/Yandere themes

11.Male/non-binary/female readers

❀ What I will not do:

1. Smut (sorry!)

2. Hardcore Nsfw

3. Ocs

4. Incest, stepcest etc

5. Poly relationships

6. Any ships between two canon characters (mainly because most of them are brothers anyways)

7. A lot of gore and violence

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konmarkimageswords · 3 months ago

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SEMESILAM: The Eternal Sun

Preface by Frater Acher Prologue for Semesilam, by José Gabriel Alegría Sabogal

Book I. A Handbook of Sacred Anatomy A Note from the Author to the ReaderA Handbook of Sacred AnatomyIndex of Images (for Book I)

Book II. A Second Nature Introduction: The Two NaturesThe Power of Books, the Power of Images, and a Book of ImagesAngels or Manifestations: The BeheldMetamorphosesDeath & ImaginationSymbolsBone WorksA Second NatureIndex of Images (for Book II )

AcknowledgementsVerses

Epilogue: Portæ Lucis — Solarization of the Crypt, by G. McCaughry

In the new prologue to Semesilam, Sabogal offers personal insight into the diverse circumstances that played a role in producing this corpus, including the motifs, symbols, and ideas behind them, and further interpretations of various images and themes – Gnostic Symbolism, Angelic Iconography, and Symbols of the Unconscious among others – which have been crucial to his artistic process.

Within this myriad of symbology and meaning, the Sun is at the forefront, a recurring symbol and inspiration for the book’s title, Semesilam – here identified as an inscription often found on the so-called Abrasax Gnostic gemstones, pointing to the everlasting nature of the solar orb.

The material from Handbook of Sacred Anatomy constitutes a Mutus Liber that explores mystical interpretations of human remains, while A Second Nature was significantly inspired by Jungian analyses, delving also into the mysterious Akephalos, the headless figure – symbolically suggestive of both the dragon and contemplation of death – used by surrealist author Georges Bataille, who, in an uncompromising non-rational way, sought to create its own visual associative language.

A new preface by Frater Acher (author of the Holy Daimon trilogy [Scarlet Imprint, 2018; 2020; 2022], Clavis Goêtica [Hadean Press, 2021], and Ingenium [Tadehent Books, 2022]), and an epilogue by Gabriel McCaughry (founder and owner of Anathema Publishing Ltd., and author of (h)Aurorae, [Anathema Publishing, 2018] also illustrated by José), both give testimony to Sabogal’s long-standing personal, literary, and artistic relationships – the fruits of which have taken the form of several publications and have inspired the artwork compiled here.

Semesilam features a new and carefully designed layout by artist and typographer Joseph Uccello, which enhances the presentation of this collection, thereby making it available as a fine edition, showcasing material that has been otherwise out of print for a considerable while. Certainly, a worthy addition for those who are interested in José Gabriel’s body of work.

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sky-drgn · 2 years ago

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Hi!!! this is so random and awkward but ugh….I was wondering if you’re taking fic requests?

If you are can you write something Clavis related?? I’ve read your Ikemen Prince Chevalier fic so many times an embarrassing amount and I NEED Clavis.

P.S. Love the layout btw 🌌

HIII!! Thank you so much for the ask! ^-^ I totally didn't malfunction when I read this the first few times

As for the requests, I'm not not raking requests?? I never really thought about. Sooo, if i happen to get something I think I can write, I'd certainly try!

The irony in the timing of this ask was that I was talking about righting a Clavis fic not even minutes for I this LOL This was the push I needed to write it. Thank you! I'd been wanting to write it more or less since I finished Clavis's routes

Soooo~ Here's the Clavis fic. I hope you enjoy!

I'm glad you like the lay out, I'd been meaning to make it look better for a while. Shout out to my bestest friend for helping me make it ^-^

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kodzukr · 4 years ago

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## @clavis layouts !!

like or reblog :]

#death parade #death parade icons #death parade layouts #death parade messy layouts #clavis #klavis #clavis icons #clavis layouts #anime messy layouts #anime layouts #anime messy icons #anime icons #anime #messy layouts #messy #messy icons #icons #cd icons

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kraiyne · 2 years ago

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Journal Layout Design for Jin and Clavis

#ikemen cybird #ikemen prince #ikepri #clavis lelouch #jin grandet #layout ideas #journaling

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stupidcherryedits · 4 years ago

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〃Death parade Layouts 🍹

like/reblog if you save ♡

#death parade #death parade layouts #death parade headers #decim #chiyuki #nona #clavis #ginti #anime layouts

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luvvasta · 5 years ago

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Clavis death parade Messy layout”

Like and rb if used <3

#clavis #death parade #anime #messy layout #layout #kpop #anime messy layouts #anime icons #anime layouts

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aquagirl1978 · 2 years ago

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Hello ! This is my first request in your account ✨

How the Ikepri characters react to MC who get lost easily?

I have a terrible memory and I have a horrible sense of direction. I can’t remember the directions to go somewhere even though I went multiple times so I always end up using the GPS 😂👀

Can you do it with Yves, Nokto, Chevalier and Clavis please ?

Thank you in advance !

Hi nonny! Thanks for dropping by! My memory has been shot lately, so this request really spoke to me 😂 Hope you enjoy!

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - SUITORS REACTIONS TO AN MC WHO GETS LOST EASILY (YVES, NOKTO, CHEVALIER, CLAVIS)

Yves Kloss

"Yves..." Your voice was a low whisper as you called out nervously to the fifth prince.

Yves stopped in his tracks, and turned around, hands on his hips.

"Don't tell me you got lost again! You have been here how long, Belle? Almost a week?"

"It's been exactly a week," you corrected him, frustrated at yourself for not training your mind to focus better, to commit to memory the layout of the palace.

You looked up, your eyes meeting his big blue eyes. "I'm sorry I keep bothering you..."

Yves sighed. "Well, at least you had the sense to come to me for directions. And not that frivolous fox. It's a wonder he knows his way around here. Or worse, that menace of a hellcat. He'd send you straight into a trap."

Yves held out his arm to you, his lips curving into a small smile.

"It would be my honor to escort you to where you are headed."

Nokto Klein

"Are you lost again?"

You recognized the sultry voice, and immediately your face turned five shades of pink.

"No..."

He approached you; with his thumb, he tilted your face up to meet his.

"I knew it. You are lost."

Sighing, you decided to admit defeat and nodded.

Nokto cupped your cheek in his palm. "It's okay to be lost and need help." A sly foxlike smile spread on his lips. "And I'll always be happy to help show you the way. All you have to do is ask nicely."

Chevalier Michel

You knew as soon as you entered the neat and orderly office that you had taken a wrong turn somewhere.

Instead of ending up at Leon's faction's office, you were at Chevalier's.

And much to your chagrin, the Brutal Beast was seated at his desk.

You could feel his ice blue eyes piercing you in your place, quickly analyzing you.

"Wrong turn again?" he asked coldly.

There was no point in making up an excuse; the man was practically a mind-reader. "I was headed to Leon's office and must have taken a wrong turn."

"Indeed." He smirked at you, like a tiger about to play with its toy.

You looked at him awkwardly, afraid to ask for directions to Leon's office.

Sighing loudly, he gave you precise directions on how to get to Leon's office to which you thanked him profusely and made for a quick exit from his office.

"Simpleton," he called out, causing you to stop and turn around towards him.

"If you think you can find your way to my private library, meet me there tomorrow." You raised your eyebrows, and before you could answer, he continued. "You can help me by returning my books to their rightful shelves. Consider it thanks for my assistance."

"Yes, I'll be there." As you left his office, a warm feeling filled your stomach as you recited his directions in your head until you made it safely to Leon's office.

Clavis Lelouch

"No, no, no..." you complained loudly. "Not again. Sariel is going to kill me."

You heard footsteps approach; fearful it was the devil himself, you were afraid to turn around and face whoever was there.

"There, there, Belle," a familiar voice called out to you. "No one's going to kill you for getting lost. At least not on my watch."

You turned around to find Clavis laughing.

"It's not funny," you said, crossing your arms.

"Oh, but it is!" Clavis said, positively delighted. "Sariel is indisposed right now."

Your jaw dropped in shock. "What?"

Clavis smiled smugly and patted your shoulder. "Right now, as we speak, Sariel is dealing with some rats that were let loose in the palace. I wonder...who could have done such an awful thing?"

Relief washing over you, laughter bubbled from your lips. "How long do we have?"

"As long as there's some bananas in the palace, we have as long as we want."

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #yves kloss #ikepri yves #nokto klein #ikepri nokto #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis #ikemen headcanons #ikepri headcanons #otome #otome games

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fieryhuntress · 3 years ago

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The Curse of the D : The Prologue. Multifandom Fic!

Note: This fic is going to be multifandom fic. And to layout the foundation, I had to add this prologue. Sorry that this part doesn't have any character from any fandom. I tried to add that story into this part, but it was getting too long. So I decided to divide it and make that as a part 2 of this story.

This fic is a part of #7daysnosmutchallenge. I really do hope you enjoy it. Thanks <3

And thank you @agirllovespancakes for initiating this challenge.

So here we go!! :)

It was Friday evening. You were waiting for the weekend to finally start. You were trying to complete all your work at the office, so that your manager doesn’t bother you in the weekend. Like he did in the last couple of weekends. You were exhausted and you wanted some rest.

Finally you complete what you have been working on since yesterday. You mail your manager the details and close your laptop. Finally. Now you can go home and start enjoying your weekend. And rest. You pack your bag, and leave your office.

When you reach home, you take a hot bath and put on your PJs. You turn on your tv, scroll through it to watch something while you have your dinner. Searching what to watch gotta be the hardest thing in the world. Why is it so difficult to choose a movie or a show to watch. Half of the meal gets cold by the time you finally choose something. But well, that’s also part of the life, so what you gonna do.

You were finished with your meal, and were waiting for the episode of the show you were watching to end, so you would get up and wash the dishes.

Suddenly you feel your room getting brighter. You look around to see what is happening. The brightness keep increasing. It is almost blinding. You squeeze your eyes to try to understand or see what is happening in the room. You look around, but the light is so bright that you can’t see anything.

And then with a burst of more light, your room returns to its actual brightness. You stay still, and wonder, “Did this is actually happen? Or was I imagining things? How tired am I?”. It almost felt like some firework went off, but without any sound effect.

Just as you were debating if what you saw was an imagination or not, you hear a voice from behind, and it startles you so much that you jump in your couch.

“Hi, we are sorry to interrupt.”, said a male voice.

You look behind and see two people, in robes. Long robes.

“What the hell! How did you get inside my house?” you ask in horror. You get up from the couch and start searching for something which could be used as a weapon. Or at least help you to beat them up. You see the remote of your tv near you and grab it. Obviously that isn’t going to be helpful. So you keep looking for something which would be more useful, while also keeping an eye on them.

“Please. Don’t be afraid. We are not here to hurt you. We need your help. Please.” said the woman. She was wearing a blue colored robe with weird embroidery. She sounded desperate. There was urgency in her voice.

You relax for a second to observe them. The guy, who was wearing a red colored robe, with again some weird embroideries sewn into his robe, was looking at you. But he didn’t look that desperate. His expressions looked different from the woman’s. He looked a bit more arrogant. Or was he just a serious looking person, you wondered.

“Who are you? And how did you get inside my house?”, you ask. Your guard is still up.

“I am sorry to drag you into this. But if we had any other solution, we wouldn’t have come here. But you are our last hope.”, she said.

“Last hope? For what?”, you ask.

“For our world.”, replied the guy.

“For our world? Who are you guys?”, you ask.

“No. Your world is safe. We are talking about ours. We are not from your world.”, she says.

“What? You are kidding right?”, you say in disbelief.

“I know, it sounds all weird and strange. But we don’t have much time. And we need your help. Our general. He is captured by these monsters who are going to destroy our world. And without him, we don’t stand a chance. And you are the answer to free him. We got your coordinates from this scroll, and we travelled here to ask for your help.”, she replies.

“My help? But how am I supposed to help you. I don’t even know how I can help you. I am just a normal person. And by the way, did you guys cause that bright light thingy which almost blinded me?”, you ask.

“Are you sure we are even at the right place?”, the guy asked her. His tone sounds irritated. As if he is running out of time and doesn’t want to waste it talking to you.

“Shut up Dimitri. I am trying to talk to her. She is our last hope. Please let me talk”, she snaps at him. “I am sorry about him. But he means good. The thing is, the bad guys has captured our general in some sort of enchanted prison. And this scroll is the solution to free him. And inside this scroll, we found a piece of parchment, with the coordinates to your place. And that’s why we are here to asking for your help. We believe you can free him.”

“Okay?”, you say curious to know what you have to do.

“Here, this is the scroll. I hope you can figure out a way.”, she replies and hands you the scroll.

You take the scroll from her hands and look at her.

“So what do I have to do?” you ask.

“The scroll will help you.”, she replies.

The room begins to brighten again.

“It’s time.”, Dimitri says looking at her.

“We are running out of time. Please help us free our general. We have to return back to fight the monsters. You are all the hope that our people have.”, she says. The brightness keeps increasing while she was saying those words.

Your eyebrows tense at her words. It seems like a lot of responsibility. But before you can say another word, the light in the room becomes so bright, it almost blinds you again. And before you know it, it’s back to the normal brightness. And both the people in robes, are gone.

You look down at the scroll in your hand. You see some spiral-like design etched into the sides of the wooden handle of the scroll.

You open the scroll.

You would have face-palmed yourself if your hands were free.

You see that the writing in the scroll was in some weird language that you didn’t understand. But the script was in English. So you try to read it.

“Qui nominatur in D, Non est qui clavis vestri erunt.

Requirunt saxa terreni ignis glacies, Et plangent se bis leporem, si opus erit.

Et lux in tenebris, et maledixi pulchritudini eius, Saxa convertere vivit erit congreganda.”

You don’t understand a thing. You are frowning at the scroll, trying to understand what to do with this. And that’s when you feel it again. The lights in the room getting brighter. Again. And this time, you feel your body getting a little warmer too. This didn’t happen before.

You feel anxious. But why are you feeling warm this time? And before you know, the light gets so bright, that it’s blinding. You close your eyes in reflex. And suddenly, you feel like you are being pulled into something. As if a huge vacuum cleaner is sucking you inside.

Then for a split second you feel like you are falling down. And then you feel a thud.

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